Edith Matilda Thomas

(12 August 1854 – 13 September 1925 / Chatham Center / Ohio)

The Inverted Torch - Poem by Edith Matilda Thomas

Threading a darksome passage all alone,
The taper's flame, by envious current blown,
Crouched low, and eddied round, as in affright,
So challenged by the vast and hostile night,
Then down I held the taper; -- swift and fain
Up climbed the lovely flower of light again!

Thou Kindler of the spark of life divine,
Be henceforth the Inverted Torch a sign
That, though the flame beloved thou dost depress,
Thou wilt not speed it into nothingness;
But out of nether gloom wilt reinspire,
And homeward lift the keen empyreal fire!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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